Motolady

Imagine, if you can, motorcycling with all the superficial artifice stripped away. What would you be left with? What would remain at the core of the experience? Allow me to tell you. It’s those moments you have when you’re gliding down that perfectly curvy road in the country, five feet off the ground with the sun shining and the warm wind blowing and time standing still while you get to take a fleeting glimpse into the windows of the big house of the gods. This is something, I’m convinced, that almost anyone with a soul, be it male or female, would really enjoy. The thing with motorcycles is that to get to this sublime point you have to negotiate a whole bunch of smoke, horsepower, oil and a mountain of other ridiculously blokey stuff. Stuff that can turn the fairer sex right off the whole shebang – which is a real shame when you think about it. That’s probably why most females I know would much prefer a day of riding horses than revving horse powers. Except one, that is…